How Long To Hit the Ground

Remi had been soaring.

Not as a manticore, nothing so grand as that, but merely a simple hawk. The thing he had always been. The part of his past that not even memory loss could erase.

Despite how high he was, he could make out Sam easily below. Tilting his avian head as he banked in a lazy circle, he watched his friend sit down near the cliff's edge and poke at the soil. Something about the movements seemed sad, though perhaps that was merely an effect of the haze between them. Gliding towards the ascended and offering a bright trill of greeting, Remi shifted in midair. He landing with elegance and ease, the change something as familiar to him as breathing after all these years.

'Playing in the dirt?" He asked playfully, colour high in his cheeks from the exertion of the flight. Slightly breathless, Remi sat down next to Sam, ruffling a hand through his curls as he tried to take slow and deep breaths to calm his racing heart.

you return like autumn
and i fall everytime

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